Phir utneme mom nashta leke aa gye wo sbne maa ko namaste kiya or nashteki plate uthate samay mom ko ghurte ja rhe the…Mom unse bate krne lgi pr un ...sbka dyan to batome nhi kai or hi tha mai smaz gya ki inki niyat me khot hai to maine unse bola jaldi kro muze khi bahr jana hai to unhone nashta khatam kiya or hm chowk ke nukkad pe gye hm bate kr rhe the tb rohit bola sry yar nik maf krde or usne muze cigrett offer ki maine bola mai ye sb nhi pita to usne bola ki agr tu nhi piega to mai samzunga. She gasped and jerked forward as a lubricated fingertip slipped insideand started insinuating itself into her tightly shut sphincter, cramming indollops of the paste that eased its entry. No matter how she tried to squeezeit out, his finger slid in; it was like a bizarre backwards version of tryingto catch a greased pig. Finally he seemed satisfied and withdrew, and sherelaxed a bit in relief despite herself, only to feel a hard round thing pushat her softened hole. She writhed andstruggled,. I moan slightly, too soon? A sharp slap on my bum. “Your turn!”Lather worked up between my hands, I turn her around to face away from me. Reaching around her I massage her stomach, working up to her sensitive breasts, tracing a circle with my fingers around each nipple, cupping those fabulous tits, squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers. One at a time, gently, then firmly, both together now. She moans. Then hands off, time to change, she’s ready to take her turn again.She turns me. She’d be the first person to profess her love for her three best friends, but between Carrie’s usually unnatural cheerfulness, Lucy’s irreverent humor and Matt’s flat-out irreverence, Jane found herself just along for the ride around them. Except for the occasions when she really, honest to God, needed them to be there for her. And they always were, just like yesterday evening, when she needed them to join her and Jim Beam in a night of total destruction. They’d marched in, asking just enough.